All characters in this story belong to Stephanie Meyer. Most locations and places are solely fiction,despite the obvious truthful ones. No copyright intended,this is a story that was inspired by the twilight saga,also Stephanie Meyer's.

Chapter 1: Familiar beginnings

Mistford Sports and Athletics University was situated on the banks of Lake Holden in the northern state of Michigan, America. The university had been built in the late nineteenth century and had been cared for expertly ever since, its beauty not shrouded by its almost 120 years of existence. Built in a Romanesque style with rounded windows and heavy wooden doors, it really was a work of art. The dorm rooms were no different, but their insides told a different story. Each room was left to its occupants to design and make their own. The place screamed character and life, energy and everything that made the university's experience that much more enjoyable.

The views that surrounded it were almost as exquisite. The lake itself stretched for miles, the water such a pure, clear colour that at times it felt you could see straight to the bottom of its depths. Technically speaking, that wasn't possible, considering it was roughly 20 metres at its deepest. All you could see at these deep points was vast darkness, and a rather inquisitive student's reflection on the water's surface. But at the water's edge, where it lapped silently against the sandy shores, it was shallow enough for university students to laugh and enjoy their free time, without the dangers of not having a ground to stand on. Besides, everyone at Mistford could swim. That was fact. And even with that, the blissfully still waters of the lake didn't pose a threat to anyone. When the sun split through the mist in the early mornings or dropped below the horizon in the evenings, the lake glowed, the water shimmering in a way unimaginable to even those with the most vivid of imaginations.

Beyond the lake, countless sports complexes, stadiums, tracks and centres made up the rest of the campus that was Mistford. A substantial woodland ran around the edges of the campus, forming a border with Lake Holden and enclosing the campus in its own private grounds. It was a dream place to go to university, and had almost everything a person needed to live comfortably, all on their doorstep. There really was no need to leave. Ironically, students and teachers alike not only roamed the expansive grounds within campus, but also the wider town of Ironbrook. There wasn't a day when a single member of the university wasn't seen strolling through Ironbrook's clean streets, stopping to talk to those that didn't attend the university. The town was old, and had built itself around the university. In a way, the university had built itself around the town also. Everyone knew everyone, and smiles were a permanent fixture on the faces of the town's friendly residents.

It was early September at this stage, and students were beginning to trickle back through the iron gates of the university after whirlwind summers as they prepared themselves for the coming year. Classes started in just over a week, and the sport season a week after that. Most students liked to come 'home' as they called it, early, in order to give themselves time to settle back into campus life and reconnect with those whom they haven't seen over the summer break. The university was buzzing with a new lease of energy and excitement as stories were shared and tales were told. It was a hive of activity, and the smells of evening cookouts and barbeques wafted through the air as the place returned to a sense of normality.

But from where Edward stood, the place looked anything but normal. It was indescribable; the very sight of the place knocked the wind out of him and forced him to blink a couple of times. He couldn't believe it, he had already spent a year here and he still wasn't used to its energy. A smile lit up his face as he took in the bright atmosphere, and as he walked leisurely along the driveway up to the familiar dorm rooms, his bags thrown over his broad shoulders, he couldn't help but sigh happily."Home" he thought,"home".